I know you'll all want to wish Mark (Dave to some
) a very happy 60th Birthday today.
Mark spent the whole of yesterday sorting out everybody else's problems, including two vet visits, a very uncomfortable confiscation and collecting food from our faraway repository.
I hope you will join me in raising a glass or two this evening to our friend and cat champion, Mark Twinn.
This week has been manic, the two ferals we re-trapped for relocation are still in the pens and getting bored now.
We collected a very pretty young calico tortie who has been living with her semi-feral family for spay, but she's turned out to be an absolute sweetie so is staying in for rehab and rehoming. Stunning little thing, if anyone wants a perfect little lady to help them through Christmas, she's the one.
One of her siblings, yet another semi-feral kitten who was rehomed by the colony's feeder was sent back as he's "too wild" so have a guess where he's ended up?
Partnering him with the semi-feral Troy should be perfect for them both and they're going in for castrate on Tuesday together.
So, Tufty Towers is once again full to busting. We're trying very hard to wind down for Christmas but life ain't letting up, and yesterday was typical of life here at the moment.
Tad has been an utter hero this week
She picked up a facebook plea about a kitten that had been left in the flat of a mentally challenged person for two weeks. She popped over to see if she could locate the kitten through the week but saw no sign of life, and made arrangements to go back with Mark yesterday, thinking the worst.
They found it, terribly dehydrated and famished but alive
Mark had his famous net with him so the kitten has been captured and brought out of that situation, however at 4 months and only 1.2kgs she's in a bad way but she should survive.
Had it not been for Tad's unerring sixth sense (I swear she has cat senses) and tenacity the kitten would be dead, no doubt.
Photos are Callie, Troy and Oscar who is off to the adoption centre on Monday!
OK, must crack on, I simply must dye my hair before the party tonight, my roots are looking more like the M1 motorway than hair, and I've (Gordon bennett) no cat food in!